I ran down the steps into the living room. I adjusted my hair bow and walked out the door. "Hurry up chlo were gonna be late!" ,
My mom yells from the car. I do a front aerial onto the side walk. Today's gonna be a good day. I hop in the car. Not a care In the world. I had my mind focused on dance. My mom started the car and were off.
*time skip to studio*
This place is amazing. Four studios. A student lounge. A parent lounge. A food bar. And a full blown out gymnastics area for tumbling. I don't wanna leave! The only flaw is that it's nearly 45 minuets out of Pittsburgh. "Hi Chloe my name is Ms. Georgie. We're going to start with lyrical because your mom said it was your strongest?" She asks. "Yes." I stood up and walked towards her. I turned around and gave my mom thumbs up and she started laughing. I think I'm gonna like this place.
*time skip to end of class*
As we walk outside I give my mom a hug. "What was that for?" She asks. "Just showing how happy I am that we're gone." I did a front walkover. I seem to tumble when I'm happy...I don't know why.
*time skip to home. Yes I know there's a lot of time skips in this one*
I throw my bad on the table and hop onto the couch. No more cameras. No more second. And most importantly no more abby. I'm a changed person now. I feel completely different. I do miss my friends though. Like a lot. But I wouldn't change it for the world. I am who I am now. And who I am is who I wanna be.
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Blame It on my own sick pride.
FanfictionA dancemoms fanfiction about Chloe having to deal with dance, school, and most importantly Clara's death.
